Batfamily Week 2020

Day 2- Hurt/Comfort | Underappreciated Family Members | Dark Batfam AU

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Tags: bafamweek2020, Dark Batfam AU, Dark AU, canon-level Violence, kidnapping, death, blood, possessiveness

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Damian loathed this. He loathed that he had been reduced to this, reduced to acting like a snivelling son of a rich man. If he had been taken as Damian Al Ghul things would have been very different, but he had been taken as Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne's son and certain things were expected.

Damian tugged at the harsh ropes that were looped tightly around his wrists, they were tight but Damian had gotten out of tighter. Just a twist here and a wiggle there and Damian would be free. He would be free and he would gut his kidnappers with the knife he had hidden in his belt. One that his kidnappers had missed in their hasty pat-down, not expecting a rich kid to have weapons on him. He itched to gut these men, he was aching to watch them die slowly under his blade.

However, he had to play his role as the son of Bruce Wayne, not as the grandson of the Demon. Damian settled for a death glare at the two men who were keeping their AK-47's lazily pointed at the floor, not even paying attention to him and that made Damian rage at being underestimated.

"Wayne is taking his damn time," The one on the right grunted as he checked his watch.

"So you don't believe any of the rumours about him then?" The other one asked, openly nervous and Damian tilted his head slightly, curiously.

"About him being a what was it this time? A Mob Boss? Hardly, there is no way he could get away with running Wayne Enterprise if he was, think about it." The impatient man grunted but his partner didn't look convinced but Damian's mind was whirring as certain things clicked into place.

"Do you hear that?" The nervous one asked suddenly, skin going a shade paler.

"…Shit yeah, I heard that!" The impatient man lifted his gun and the two trained their guns on the door and Damian began to twist his body to get himself free of the ropes. Damian paused and his eyes snapped to the door when clear, terrified screams echoed through the door before they were cut off in a way that Damian had heard many times before.

Damian's mouth dropped open in shock when the door swung open and Grayson stood there, clad in a black as night suit and blood, red as sin was dripping from the blades of the two short swords he was holding with practiced ease. Blood was splashed across his face and blue eyes glinting with bloodlust and anger.

Damian was moving before the thugs even had a chance to aim properly at Grayson, the knife was removed from his belt and slicing its way across his captor's skin, gutting them and then slitting their throats with deadly skill.

Damian was crouched between the two cooling corpses; blood coating his hands again before he looked up at Grayson whose bloodied lips was pulled up into a wide smile.

"Oh baby bat, you do belong here with us." Grayson crooned, eyes glinting proudly as Damian rose to his feet and allowed Grayson to reel him into his side, feeling the protective rage that was rolling off of Grayson as Damian was led out of the warehouse and towards a waiting black town car.

"You made a mess Dick, you're usually cleaner than this," Bruce commented as his eldest and youngest slid into the backseat across from him.

"They took my little brother and you know I don't approve of that B," Grayson said simply as he pulled out a box of wet wipes and seemed to switch back to the cooing, adorable, clingy Grayson Damian had come to know.

"Father, what exactly is going on?" Damian allowed Grayson's mothering; he never did enjoy the feeling of blood drying on his skin.

"I'm sure you've heard the rumours about me since coming to live in Gotham. Some are wrong while others aren't far off the mark," Bruce said as he checked his phone before tapping at the window and Alfred pulled the car away from the warehouse.

"Jason and Tim have finished up their part, Lozano and his thugs will not be a problem anymore," Bruce reported and Dick made a contented noise as he leaned back in the seat, beginning to clean his short swords now [that Damian would be inspecting thoroughly later] that Damian was clean of blood.

"So you are a Mob Boss?" Damian thought back to the words his captors had exchanged.

"Something like that, all you need to know is that you no longer need to hide who you are away from us any longer in hopes of fitting in," Bruce said as he smiled proudly at his son.

"Why do you think your mother is so obsessed with B? Trust me it's not because of his charm and good looks," Grayson smirked before laughing when Bruce kicked his shin playfully.

"You're an Al Ghul and a Wayne Lil D, bloodlust and death are your birthright," Grayson turned his attention to Damian and ruffled the younger's hair.

"So I do not have to restrain myself any longer?" Damian asked, excitement lacing his words and green eyes shining.

"Only in the public eye, but if someone dares to lay a hand on you or anyone in our family then you have permission to gut them from groin to head," Bruce said with a bloodthirsty smile that Damian knew was a mirror image of his own.

"Bloodthirsty Wayne's, I swear," Grayson grumbled but he was smiling as he took extra care getting blood out of the grooves of one of his swords. Damian felt more at home than he had even back with the League of Shadows with his mother and grandfather, they had always expected something of him but here.

Here he was free and love by his father, Pennyworth and Grayson. Todd and Drake were still up in the air along with the others in the extended Wayne family, but for now, Damian was content to be with those in the car. After all, he was a Wayne and now he knew that Wayne's protected their no matter what.